Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 42 - 44: Revenge

Although the words were left unsaid, both Zhang Muyu and Yang Zian knew full well what was happening.

Why else would Zhao Cheng have gone to that dorm room out of the blue?

It could only be that Wang Hai wanted revenge on them.

"Wh-what do we do?"

Zhang Muyu’s teeth were chattering. The memory of the stone he had viciously brought down made his legs feel even weaker.

"Ignore it! Let’s go!"

Yang Zian’s expression was just as grim.

The two of them hurriedly left the school, one after the other.

But after walking in circles, they still couldn’t find the school’s main gate.

And when they passed by that dorm room once again, they found a contorted, humanoid creature standing at the entrance.

At the same time, the main door to the dormitory building swung open abruptly, as if to welcome them in.

"Yang Zian!"

Zhang Muyu’s legs were about to give out from under him.

"Don’t... don’t be afraid! He’s definitely just trying to scare us!"

But Yang Zian wasn’t faring any better. His legs were trembling uncontrollably even as he tried to pretend he was calm.

"What do we do? I’m so scared!" Zhang Muyu wanted to back away, to escape this bizarre place.

"Don’t... don’t be a coward!"

Yang Zian appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was on high alert for the slightest disturbance. Any little thing could have sent him into tears.

"Forget it! Let’s close our eyes and walk in the opposite direction! I heard that ghosts rely on our senses to confuse us. If we close our eyes and trust our intuition, we can definitely get out of here!"

Yang Zian sounded resolute, but only he knew what it felt like for even his hair to stand on end in fear. He closed his eyes and began to feel his way forward.

Behind him, Zhang Muyu, who was shaking uncontrollably, also shut his eyes and followed, fumbling along.

Step by step they went. Just as Yang Zian started to feel a little safer, he realized he was about to walk right into the eerie dormitory building.

...

"The Dark Aura here is so heavy, and there’s the smell of blood. Someone has already encountered the ghost."

Su Nian crouched down and pinched some of the soil between her fingers, her expression grave.

Zhang Yan panicked too. ’My precious son has killed someone.’

’I’ve heard that even ghosts get sentenced in the underworld for killing. My son has already suffered so much; I should be the one to get this revenge for him.’

Su Nian didn’t say another word, but the eerie atmosphere was so thick it felt like it was seeping through the screen.

The sky was dim and moonless, and the ground was dilapidated and pockmarked with craters.

Even the weeds by the roadside, which had survived Zhang Yan’s rampage, had a menacing air about them.

This continued until Su Nian arrived at the foot of a strange dormitory building.

"Hey! Isn’t this my Wang Hai’s dorm building? Building Nine! I’d never mistake it!"

Su Nian looked up as well. A large number nine was mounted on the building’s wall.

More importantly, Su Nian also saw a young man standing in a window.

She silently counted the floors and the room numbers in her head.

"Your son lives in 504, right?"

"Whoa! Host, you’re incredible! I never said that, how did you know?!"

Zhang Yan was stunned. She knew Su Nian was gifted, but she hadn’t expected her to be this good.

"I just saw him. He was on his dorm room balcony, waving at me."

Zhang Yan froze. She wasn’t actually that scared, but Su Nian’s words instantly gave her goosebumps.

[What? The Host saw him?]

[I think I saw him too, actually. But I’m naturally sensitive. I’ve always had a heavy Dark Aura, so I can see some things.]

[The person above me is definitely bragging!]

[It’s true! And I also saw a red string tied around the boy’s wrist! Ask the Host if you don’t believe me!]

Su Nian hadn’t noticed at first, not until a unified wave of comments flooded the screen, asking if he had a red string on his wrist.

’It’s a big world; there are bound to be a few special people out there.’ Su Nian wasn’t surprised.

She walked slowly down the dusty hallway, her tone unhurried.

"He does have a red string."

Ignoring the shocked reactions in the comments, Su Nian encountered a new situation.

Two strange figures were crouched on the ground, muttering something under their breath with their hands over their heads, as if fending something off.

"Wang Hai, I was wrong! I’ll never dare to hit you again!"

"I deserve to die! I deserve to die! Please, I’m begging you, let me go!"

CREAK...

A mangled, pulpy red object shaped like a boneless hand slowly pushed the door open...